I pick up the steel

It does not matter who I was before I did

Born blue, wandering into a back alley

Covered in black, shitty blood

Bars on windows and doors

The ever subtle tracing of her fingertips on my motherwound

Hiding from the inside of a trash can

I am burning inside of her cigarette

I am going to ruin my life for this fucking love

Melodies of relaxing next to a gun

The police state outside softens to the curves of her body